- Posting Speed
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Supernatural, Horror
Nisha nodded at Bjorn's words. "Well, I'm not just a pretty face," she replied with a smirk, which widened enough for her to show a fang. "Come along and stay close if you wish to stay alive, unlike your companions." She put her dagger back in its sheath with one hand, the other one lifted and letting out a smaller stream of fire to burn away the rest of the webs
"Let's get going," she muttered once the fire was out. Armed now with her bow, she strode through the archway and into a rather narrow passage that seemed to lead, yet again, downhill. It only made sense that they would be heading even further underground. Not that the mixed race vampire minded- the darker the better for her. Despite the webs still lingering here and there, her hood was off her head, hair free and no longer impeded.
As she continued forward, she could she the path opening up into what seemed a room of sort, with large alcoves in the walls, some with skeletons laying in them, untouched and forgotten. They weren't all however, and it seemed Arvel realized this very well. Surrounded by three draugrs, he was trying to attack them and failing. "Help!"
Nisha's eyes narrowed and she pulled an arrow from the quiver, nocking it. A scream escaped Arvel- once of the draugr had a bony hand clasped around his throat and was now piercing through the flesh. The little mercy she carried within her flared up and she shot her arrow, aiming straight for Arvel. He was a lost cause now- better he died without pain. The arrow hit him straight in the back of his head and he slumped against the draugr who was still holding on to him.